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onlyfezco · 2 years

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Baby, Baby, Baby - Fezco

Summary: Fezco’s gotten used to your pet names but others not so much

Fezco x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 1,191

Author’s Note: Hey! It’s been a minute. Writer’s block is a bitch. Short and sweet. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! 😊

Fezco wasn’t used to terms of endearment. Most people didn’t even take the time to learn his name if he was being honest. He was just “that drug dealer.” All that changed when he started dating you.

“Babe!”

“Yeah, ma,” Fez replied watching you come from behind the refrigerator doors where his brother was.

“Tell Ashtray, Spider-Man: No Way Home was good!”

Fez just shook his head. You were always debating over some nerdy shit with Ash. He didn’t mind it much. It was always funny to him, and he was glad you got along with his brother.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t good, just that it was fanservice,” Ash said, poking his head from around door then leaning against the doorframe.

“And? It was good fanservice!”

“The plot was bullshit.”

“To YOU,” you yelled. Then you turned to Fez who was leaning against the counter next to the till and said, “Baby, tell him.”

When you called him baby like that he would do anything you asked. “It was good,” Fez said while he looked into your eyes, his baby blues glistening.

“You just sayin’ that cause she asked you too,” Ashtray said. He shook his head at how whipped his brother was.

“So,” you taunted, then blew your tongue out at the young boy.

Even before the two of you were official, you called Fez hun. But you did that with most people, so he didn’t think much of it then, even though the first time it happened his cheeks got hot. Once you had the title of girlfriend, the nicknames turned to babe and baby. He usually stuck with ma, baby, or every once and a while babygirl, but you liked to get creative with your names.

“Honey bun,” you called from the couch in the living room.

“Yeah, ma,” Fez answered from the kitchen.

“Can you bring me some cookies, please,” you practically whined. You were more than comfortable on the couch and had no intentions of getting up.

“Yeah.” Fez closed the fridge door then looked up and saw Ash eyeing him.

“What,” Fez asked, moving to grab the cookies he only bought because he knew you liked them.

“Nothin’... honey bun,” Ash replied chuckling to himself.

“Man, shut up.”

Ashtray would occasionally tease him about your pet names. It was never in front of you though. Ash would just eye his brother and stifle a laugh. It seemed like they kept getting gushier and gushier the longer you two dated.

“Pookie,” you said in a song sing voice.

“Pookie,” Rue repeated dumbfounded. Jules placed her hand over her mouth to muffle her own laughter.

Fezco rolled his eyes then made his way around the two girls to get to you. “Ma, I love your lil’ names for me, but maybe take it easy around other people. Especially when I’m workin’.”

“Oh,” you replied, your eyes now looking down at your feet, a crestfallen expression on your face. “My bad. I’m not trying to ruin your rep or anything. Ash just needed some more molly.”

“I didn’t mean it like-,” Fez started to say but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it, Fez, I get it,” you said smiling, but Fez knew it wasn’t a genuine one. “Do you still have some molly or not?”

“Yeah, here,” Fez said reaching into his pocket pulling out two little baggies and handing them to you.

“Thanks.”

You really did understand, but for some reason it hurt a little. It’s not like Fez was telling you not to tell people you were together. By this point, all of East Highland knew you were his girlfriend. But being told to reel in your pet names in public rubbed you the wrong way a little.

Fez was about to follow you but another customer approached him and he had to get Mouse his money this month or else.

When the party was finally winding down and the boys were done dealing for the night, Fez went to find you.

“Hey, time to go,” Fez said, brushing your arm with his hand.

“Okay, Fez,” you replied.

“Babygirl,” Fez said softly, his eyes on yours. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything about your nicknames.”

“No, I get it-”

“Do you,” Fez said, he lowered his head so he was more on eyelevel with you. “Cause you’ve called me Fez twice now.”

You sighed. “Don’t act like I never say your name.”

“You do,” Fez said nodding. “But never twice in a row. There’s normally a baby or honey in between you usin’ my actual name.”

You began fidgeting in your spot. “Well, we’re still out in public. Can’t have people thinking you’re all soft and stuff because I call you pooh bear.”

Fezco rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. He never wanted to make you feel bad, especially for how much you loved him. Because that’s all your nicknames were, little declarations of love.

“But I like when you call me pooh bear,” Fez said making you smile up at him. “I just don’t like Rue or Jewel to hear and make fun of me for it later.”

“It’s Jules, babe,” you said giggling.

“That’s what I said, Jewel,” Fez replied once again not thinking he said the girl’s name wrong. “Don’t really care if Ash say somethin’. That’s what brothers do. Just don’t wanna be the butt of the joke.”

You reached out and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand understanding where he was coming from now. “I get it. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just think the names are cute and you’re cute, so I want to call you stuff like pookie or my little cinnamon toast crunch,” you said laughing which made Fez smile.

“You never make me uncomfortable,” Fez said then paused for a moment before he spoke again. “So we good,” Fez asked staring into your eyes watching for any sign that you were still upset with him.

Your lips curved up slowly then you nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Good,” Fez replied then pulled you closer to him.

“I’ll just stick to calling you pooh bear when we’re alone,” you said in a low voice.

Fez eye’s darted to your lips then back to your eyes. “Looks like we’re pretty alone now.”

You glanced around the room and there were only three people making small talk and one person knocked out on the couch. The last remainder of the party goers in the backyard.

You wrapped your arms around Fez’s neck, reaching up to his lips. “Looks like we are, pooh bear.”

Fez smiled before you lips connected in a sweet and passionate kiss. His hands squeezing your hips as your lips pressed firmly into his. You probably would have kept going if not for the interruption.

“Really? You two dumbasses making me wait so you can swap spit,” Ashtray said from across the room. “Get your horny asses in the car so we can go,” he shouted before shaking his head and leaving.

Fez just sighed at his little brother while you giggled. He definitely appreciated your nicknames over his brothers.

#fez x reader #fezco x reader #fezco #fez fanfic #fezco one shot #euphoria #euphoria one shot #euphoria fan fiction

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0oolookitsme · 1 year

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Anything For You... And I

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!!Y/n

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- half of this piece is smut lmao

A/N- I've noticed that when I'm actively reading fics, I'm actively writing fics... y'all better hope that I read ff more frequently now heheh. Hope you enjoy <3

Also, a very happy Christmas Eve to those who celebrate!

Harry was in a very good mood right now, on cloud nine even. It's just everything has went so perfectly today, he just wants to go home and have a nice little cozy time with his girlfri- no, fiancé. Yep, he's still digesting the fact that he proposed, she said yes and now they literally live in the same flat, as in together!

He shuts the lid of his laptop with a little too much force and reaches for his bag. Inside it, lies the moustache printed laptop cover that Y/n had thrifted for him- it never fails to lighten his mood when it's dark and make him gushier when it's good.

She told Harry that her father had taught her to never trust a man without a moustache, but because she knew he didn't want to grow one yet, she bought him this. "It won't be on your face but at least it's in one of your belongings!" She had punned and cackled.

Not able to put off the smile on his face, he puts the stack of thick folders in the small cupboard attached to his desk and leans forward to check if his shoelaces are tied properly or not. It's a habit he inherited from Y/n; it might as well be one of the first things he noticed about her.

The chair rolls back on its small four wheels because of the push from behind his knees as he stood up. Brushing down a hand over his suit to press off any creases he swings his bag on his left shoulder, fished out his car keys and picked up his phone from beside the bowl.

Turning on his heels he's caught off guard when he sees her at the gateway to his cabin.

"Hello there," she greets him in her honey soft voice, seemingly ready to strut in towards him.

This is the fifth time this lady is going to come and try to persuade Harry to do something he has already made clear a thousand times he doesn't want to do. He's in too good of a mood right now to deal with her bullshit again, causing him to exhale in annoyance.

"Lumi, I swear to god I will reach the HR before your house," he grits out, his hand going to weave through his hair whose roots feel cold to his touch.

At this statement, she straightens up and raises up her chin accusingly at him. She clears her throat but before her words can pull through her mouth, Harry brushes past her, muttering a stern 'move' and rushes into the lift that will take him to the basement- which is also the car park.

He doesn't even think about her before unlocking his phone and opening the phone app, waiting till the lift doors move apart from each other before pressing on her contact.

It only rings twice before she's picked it up and is greeting him in her same day-brightening voice, sounding to be in an okay-ish mood. "Hello?" She repeats again and that's when Harry realizes that he had totally forgotten he had to reply back to keep a conversation. It's just so easy to get carried away with her dreamy voice.

"Harry? Are you there?" She repeats, seeking some kind of response and sounding a bit concerned this time.

"Yea-yeah, I'm on-line hmm. Just called to let you know that I'm leaving now, can't wait to reach home," he smiled into the phone.

"Ahhh, okay," she sighs. "I'm going to be off this meeting in a few more minutes, then I only need to boil rice." Because she's on a call, it might seem as if she's saying that to him but she's rather telling this to herself- or so Harry thinks.

Frowning when he heard that her work was dragged on later than the official timings again today, he bid her goodbye with a 'see ya soon,' and threw his phone somewhere on the passenger seat beside his'. Set with a goal that he'll try to make her day better by doing whatever that'll be needed, he starts the engine and drives straight out of the exit; his hair flying in different directions as soon as he opens the window to the passenger's seat.

Driving, his eyes are on the road, but mind is listing all the things she likes that is tangible for him right now, at this time of the day. The only thing that sticks out is food, which she's already almost prepared. He was hoping he could find some florist; flowers always seem to put her in a good day. And because she's not so stubborn like him, she forgets about whatever bad thing that must've happened before.

Pressing brake lightly while nearing the traffic lights, he turns on the indicator and makes a swift turn to the lane on the left. Driving at a slightly faster speed at finding the lane empty, Harry enjoys the feeling of cold air against him as he drives in the same direction for ten more minutes before some bright light comes into his sight.

He parks in front of the building and gets out heroically, glad that it's still open. He reads the board, "Favourite-Savourits."

Entering the dimly lit space, he immediately moves for that isle which Y/n beelines to when she's with him. He gathers the main items he remembers in her arms and gets them checked, pays the bill and throws the receipt in the bin just beside the corner.

Satisfied, he exits the shop and comes to a hault when he sees an old lady pushing a cart, sticks of random flowers in it. He immediately makes a run for it, sure that if the lady were to look at her side right now, she'd have a heart attack.

"Excuse me!" He shouts, not able to run at the same speed he had started with anymore. "I want some flowers!"

The lady comes to a halt and turns around with a strange look on her face. She stands there quietly until Harry reaches her. Then, she chuckles at him.

"I'm on my way to throw these, darling," she tells him.

"But they are totally fresh!"

She clears her throat before telling him that the florists of this area have decided to throw these, in the name that they don't need these anymore. "You can take any of these if you want thought, I won't stop you."

Harry, who was nodding at her story to be polite hurriedly picks out some pretty flowers and reaches for his wallet. Though, he stops when the lady starts to walk forward again, dismissing him by saying that she doesn't need money for this. But because she also wished him a good night, he walks back to his car with a slight confusion still painting his face.

Once again, he increases the speed a little, not able to be patient to see his fiancé anymore.

As he is parking his car in the carpark which comes under the right of the flat itself, his phone starts ringing and he's quick to pick up when he sees that it's y/n whose calling and not a lazy colleague who will probably beg him to help them out with some work they procrastinated on.

"Hey, darling." He greets her, taking his keys out of the lock and gets out of his car. He's sure she heard him shutting the door but apparently, she didn't based on her next words.

"Where are you H? You said you were leaving like almost thirty-five minutes ago," she questions and trails off the end.

"Oh darling I'm just 5 minutes away from opening the door to our house," he laughs, "I'm sorry I took so long, put down the phone I'm just coming in."

She hums, muttering 'okay' before hanging up.

With some struggle, Harry manages to get inside the door, grateful that she held the door open for him. Whatever crisis he's in the midst of while managing all the stuff in his arms, he doesn't miss the sight of her eyes lightning up at the sight of her treats. It's like someone just cleaned them and now they are squeaky clean, shiny to be exact.

"Is this seriously why you got late, H?" She asks in a voice that Harry can't identify the emotion in. Although when he meekly nods at her, he's caught off guard when she throws her arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. "I'm not on my periods, H... what made you think that?" She questions him out of blue, her tone funny as she's looking him straight in the eyes but softly.

"I didn't do this because I thought you were on your periods, no. I did it because I'm pretty sure you've had an unfair and stressful day, and I left early and had time up my sleeve," he answers her like it's no big thing he did.

And while it is the minimum, y/n can't help but look at him as if he's her Saviour right now. She admires his efforts so much, that sometimes it turns into a battle inside her head- oh he did this?I shall pay him back in a greater way because his sweet soul deserves that. She's been working on that habit for a long time now but it's just hard, and she just wants to let go of the rope she ties herself with sometimes.

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it," she mumbled against his lips. "I'm not saying this to pay you back in any sense or anything else- but I was thinking of showering before I called you. Perhaps, you could join me?" She offers but it comes out as a question instead.

Pressing another kiss on her lips, he mutters a 'sure' before bending down to pick her up. Immediately her legs wrap around his waist, and she interlocks her ankles behind his back. They don't kiss, they don't make out- her forehead lies against his' and that's enough intimacy for them before they strip down to nothing but their goose-bumped skins against the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom bathroom.

Pressing her bare back against the wall as she slips her tongue into his mouth, he turns the shower taps, both hot and cold so that they don't burn or freeze in there.

In the meantime, she climbs off him while making sure their tongues stay tied. Her hands crawl up his sides and reach for the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his locks which have gotten straight due to water falling down directly on his forehead and pushing his fluffy hair down onto his scalp.

Water droplets trickle down their faces, getting in between their kiss and making it sloppier.

Harry's hands snake around her hips before they reach down to grab her ass cheeks, smacking one lightly and making her groan against his mouth. His mouth reaches for her cheek then jawline then her neck, and she keeps tilting her head more and more to the side to give him all the space he wants.

One of his hand crawls up her stomach, causing butterflies to erupt just under wherever his palm goes. He cups her jawline first and then reaches back for her tit, cupping it and pinching its nipple- catching another throaty moan from her.

She has completely let go of herself by now, and Harry can tell. "I need you to stand balanced right now, you hear me?" He says as he cups her cheeks with his hands.

She gets confused as to why but before she can catch the breath to ask him to elaborate, Harry's on his knees with his mouth on her heat and it's snatched right away from her. Her hands go back to take ahold of the walls as he works his way through her arousal, lapping it up vigorously and moving his head so that his nose keeps brushing against her clit.

"Oh fuck-" she moans, her knees buckling when he starts to thrust his tongue in and out of her weepy hole. She can feel wetness dripping out of her and right when she starts feeling the knot in her stomach, his fingers replace his mouth as he latches onto her throbbing clit.

Poking his tongue at its sensitive center, he continues his suction on the bundle of nerves, enjoying the series of curse words and his name falling out of her mouth like a pleading chant. When he starts feeling her legs shaking beside his head, he increases his pace.

"Come for me, cum for your fiancé," he manages to say smugly before latching back onto her heat.

Her moans get louder and louder as she feels him enjoying his time between her legs and the burning sensation moving lower and lower in her tummy. "Oh my god, I'm close- I'm so fucking close, H." She tells him, silently asking him to not stop now in a voice above her usual octave.

He simply hums against her, but that simple thing sends electric shocks up her spine. He continues humming, providing vibrations straight to her clit as his lips continue their suction on her clit, which feels to be getting sensitive as she grows closer and closer to her climax.

From where his hands were resting over her thighs, he wraps his arms like two snakes around her inner thighs and grabs a tight ahold of her ass, most probably imprinting his hand in red on the cheeks. Y/n hadn't understood the reason behind it, too lost in heaven but even there she realizes that he's pressing his mouth harder against her- suffocating himself between her thighs.

"Oh- oh Harry, fuck!" She screams his name, one of her hands going to pull against his hair to make some distance between him and her pussy because of the tight vibrations pulling the knot lower and lower in her belly too fast. Although she's pulling against him, she's also hoping that he won't budge and when he actually doesn't and groans instead, she knows she's done for it.

Her wetness drips down his fingers as he continues fucking them into her, pulling the orgasm towards his mouth because now, he's addicted to her taste for the millionth time and won't move until he has a load of her on his tongue, which can't seem to stop licking up the wetness spreading on her pussy due to finger-fucking her.

When she starts to moan his name louder and louder and he can listen that her throat has gone dry, he knows his tongue is gonna be flooded with her sweetness sooner than ever now.

He hums to encourage her, slapping her ass cheek with his other hand and that's the moment she screams his name like he's the god she's pleading to and dirties his tongue like she isn't one of the sinners in this bathroom as well. He groans when he feels the thick white liquid he had desired for, slip into his mouth through his working lips.

Removing his fingers, he passes it up at her while immediately putting in his tongue inside her wet weepy cunt, wanting every single drop of cum he can pull from her. He can hear her crying out that she's overly sensitive now and pulling on his hair strands to pull him away from her heat, but he knows that she wants him to help her ride out her orgasm as she also swirls her tongue around his two slick fingers.

When he's sure that she's clean of her own arousal now but still dirty with his tongue-traces and saliva, he finally pulls back satisfied with his work.

"Ah fuck, can never get rid of my addiction of your taste," he says, swiping his tongue across his lips and wiping the arousal around his mouth with the back of his hand. His knees crack when he stands up, making him giggle.

"Thank you for that," she grins, pressing a kiss on his stretched-out lips.

"Anything for you... and I, ahah" grins at her, before leaning in to press a small kiss on her cheek. "Think I'm a bad boy, just had my dessert before dinner," he laughs, unwrapping his hands from around her waist as she closes the tap after splashing some water on her vagina. She's walking away with her thighs slightly parted, and he knows exactly why because this has happened before- 'I'm just still sensitive,' she laughs embarrassed every time while saying that; also telling him he did a good job under a laugh.

He laughs at her as she narrows her eyes at him with a grin plastered on her lips.

Already having tied her robe around her, she helps him tie the knot of his' and just when she leaves the two strands, she makes sure to leave a lingering eye contact before turning around and walking outside with him trailing behind her.

"Guess I'll be a good girl to have my dessert after dinner," she finishes with a breathy laugh. It only gets loud when Harry mimics those men who silently hope for a payback after pleasing a woman in some way. "Wait seriously!?" He asks her in a high-pitched voice, picking her up from behind while also laughing just as hard as her. Dropping her on the bed, he bends down to place his hands on his knee to continue his laughter, as she lightly smacks him across his face.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles au #dwd!harry #don't worry darling #dwd #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #dom!harry #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfic #harry styles concept #fiance!harry #harry styles x fem!reader

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maximotts · 6 months

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What terms of endearment would (PH!) Wanda use for you versus Natasha? I always adore “little dove” but what thinking of the variation “baby dove”, leading me to think of their preferences of names for you 🥹 I feel like they both can be such sweeties in a funny way, less of bashful affection and more so “yes I’m cuddling you right now why wouldn’t I?!” assertive love

Wanda goes for softer terms of endearment like honey or sweetiepie, mostly because she’s the gushier out of the two of them. She’s also the one to add “my” before whatever she’s calling you so “my sweetheart” or “my little love” because she always wants to be affectionate, but remind you warmly that you’re hers.

Natasha on the other hand is more playful; she’ll sooner call you silly things like “barkeep” or “waitress” for the fun of it. Sometimes she calls you “kiddo” just to watch you grumble about it, but mostly Nat’s the one making up nicknames for you based on what’s happening. But it’s important to note that Nat doesn’t let anyone else call you these things, her cute names are for her (and Wanda, if she wants, but she rarely calls you names) alone. If she catches someone else calling you a name, specifically to try and mock you, she’s quick to stop it.

#private hire au #anon asks.#answered.

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ghouly-drool · 3 months

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did someone say wraith headcanons? i love wraith and i love headcanons. give me. spill the tea

THANK YOU

so i have a few, some gushier and more abt romance tjan others because im in love witj him and deranged but tjey arent all about that so dw

• Philip Ojomo is 100% either autistic or neurodivergent in some form to me. In The Algebra Of Infinite Night, he just reads as so.. coded. ykwim?

• He definitely was trying to move on from his traumas when the Azarov incident happened. Especially with a semi recent skin stating that he cared for strays around the garage- bro was healing before Azarov destroyed him.

• Initially i was like ya he's scared of fire (i.e. his trauma), but, as even Hooked On You tries to portray, i think his relationship with it is complicated. It's all intended to allude to his inner turmoil and battle, his enraged side that takes over him despite his best efforts and despite him knowing he shouldn't act out- he can not help it, because what else is a broken man to do? An angry, broken child, even -- seeing as that's where it all began? And he ultimately ends up the ""same"" as the people who caused his agony to begin with

• That being said, i think he tends to be calm, peaceful until provoked - which the Entity plays upon. I believe that the beginning of each trial sort of sends even the most peaceful of killers into a blind rage, through the otherworldly supernatural power that is The Entity.

• I like to believe that if it was possible to roam the fog without losing your mind, and without being in a trial he would be very big on quietly observing -maybe wouldnt turn down a conversation or two, hehe

• Definitely friends with Claudette. Definitely gets along with Jake. im just saying their besties

OK IM GONNA GET INTO SOME OF THE WILD ROMANCE ONES I HAVE as well as the tame ones

• Philip is a very all or nothing lover, very soft and cute and awkward. Hooked On You haters this aint for you its the only philip content i have and it is my bible idc

•LOWKEY ok hear me out i think a dumb lil rarepair ship i have is jiwoon and philip i KNOW ITS NOT REALISTIC but i think it is fun and funny and yeah they kiss

ok brain fried but i will write more again later hehe thank u

#video games #dead by daylight #the wraith #wraith #wraith dbd #headcanons #headcanon

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thewatercolours · 3 months

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You all know that my students get way gushier, longer, more detailed comments ever since I took up with you fanfic/fanart lot, right? Not so much the essays - while I try to be encouraging, there's just a way you write comments on essays. But I always provide an alternative, creative option, and have to be careful not to slip into tumblr accent and actually make sure there's a bit of constructive criticism amongst all the "HIS EXPRESSION! THE LITTLE DETAILS ON HIS COAT! This is just fantastic, Student's Name, and I always love when you turn in a creative piece! And I can tell exactly what moment this is too - this must be the moment Unferth challenges him! Honestly this is exactly how I imagine Beowulf..."

#slightly exaggerated to get the idea across but you get it

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constant-merlin-torture · 2 years

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Fanfiction Thing Pt. 2

So today I had a realization that merthur fanfics are the basis of my emotion stability

Does that say more about me or the immaculate quality of fics in this fandom

No seriously like all the love to merthur ao3 writers y’all are a godsend

like you’re telling me they not only do this for free, but in anonymity??? you’re telling me that I could be reading some of the best writing I ever will on ao3???

you’re telling me that they are writing fics better than the canon and get .000001% of the praise and recognition and are working on almost a DECADE old show/ship??????

I love you

And also a huge huge big applause to Clearwater96 on ao3 cause they have been updating for a year, writing the longest merthur/Merlin fic I’ve read, and have been consistently uploading with the best most awesome plot and fake marriage enemies to lover merthur. SLOW BURN BABY. Also—it’s called The Marriage That Started a Legend

you should read it

this is a bit gushier than normal but I just have so much respect for ao3, everyone that writes on there, and everyone who COMMENTS. I love comments on ao3 and here

#thank you ao3 #writers #you are amazing #arthur pendragon #merthur #arthur #merlin emrys #merlin #merlin x arthur #bbc merlin #guinevere #gwaine #gwen #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #fanfic #ao3 stuff #ao3fic #archive of our own

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whumble-beeee · 8 months

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Whumptember 2023, Day Three

“This can’t be it”

Betrayal | Left to die | Running away

@whumptember

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist

CW: Fear of heights, fear of death, character repeatedly called “kid” even though they’re an adult, knives, begging, li’l bit of blood

~2460 words

(Good lord this got long, I just couldn’t stop writing it. I may have to continue this at some point, because its just so aaaaa)

Part 2 HERE!

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Whumpee’s head spun as he gazed down at the ground, a dizzying twelve story drop into the the unforgiving alleyway below. Then at Sibling's smiling form balanced on the building ledge across the gap. They were practically flailing at him with encouragement. Whumpee pulled back a small step. “I’m not so sure about this anymore, Sibling…”

Sibling immediately deflated, not unlike an inflatable tube man when he when it’s blower was turned off. They raised their eyebrow at Whumpee, a slight grin tugging at the edges of their mouth.

“What, ya scared?”

“I’m serious, Sibling!” Whumpee pouted, before accidentally looking down into the large crevasse separating them from their beloved sibling again. Had it gotten higher in the last five seconds? “I don't wanna– I can’t– I– I–”

“-- hey, hey, Whumpee?” Sibling called out to him, their voice smooth as butter. “Don’t look down, look at me.” Something in Sibling's voice gifted Whumpee the strength to tear his eyes away from the dizzying height.

“You could jump farther distances in your sleep. I’ve seen it.” Sibling joked, a playful smile the only thing betraying their otherwise stoic demeanor. “You’re one hell of a sleepwalker. You can do this, kid. I wouldn’ta brought you up here if you couldn’t, I wouldn’t fuck with you like that. You can do it, I promise.”

“I can do it, I can do it…”

Before he even realized it, Whumpee was flying through the air, relishing the wind rustling through his hair and clothes, feeling the rush of adrenaline propelling him forward, knowing there wasnothing between him and the pavement below other than his simple act of propulsion. His leap of faith. He even enjoyed the painful pressure and force of the landing spider webbing throughout his body as he rolled forward and almost crashed into Sibling.

Whumpee didn't even try to stand up out of the roll, splaying out over the rough concrete and giggling profusely as the adrenaline gave way to a new sense of euphoria. The air was so much crisper up here, the wind stronger, the stakes higher! No wonder Sibling was constantly scaling the rooftops instead of helping at home, this was better than anything you could find with your feet on the ground.

Whumpee jumped up and started bouncing around just like his older sibling. “I did it! I did It! It was so AWESOME, it was amazing, I FLEW!”

The look of pride Sibling gave Whumpee could have satiated him for days. It was all he ever could have asked for. “You did amazing, kid, really. And the best part? You getta keep doing it too.”

Whumpee leaned over himself, panting. “Yeah… But also…” He grabbed Sibling by the shoulder and shot them a look of mock condescension, as if he pitied his sibling for being dumb enough to even consider such an outrageous untruth. “I’m not a kid.”

Sibling sized their brother up playfully. “Oh yeah, you’re a real Mr. Adult-man huh? Mr. Nineteen-year-old, Mr. take-on-the-gangs-and-save-the-girl mwah mwah mwah…” Sibling pitched their voice higher and gushier as they pantomimed their hands into two figures kissing, becoming increasingly more aggressive until their hands were just flapping and smushing against the other.

Whumpee clasped their hands around Sibling’s to stop the egregious display. “Stop, you look stupid.” he smiled.

“Mr. Big BOI,” Sibling continued, “Mr. MAN, BIG MAN BOY who can take anyone on in a fight!” Sibling pounced on Whumpee and wrenched him into a loose headlock, noogeying him as Whumpee shrieked and laughe, trying to escape his sibling’s considerate iron grip.

“STOP STOP STOP AUGH SIBLING–!”

“Aw, come on, Sibling, it’s inconsiderate not to stop if someone asks you to stop.”

Everything froze at the sudden intrusion of this new voice. Sibling dropped Whumpee, and Whumpee’s face almost smacked on the ground from the short fall.

“Then again,” The voice continued with a drawl. “We’re not the most considerate bunch, are we?”

“Whumper…”

Whumpee tentatively raised his head up to figure what the hell was going. He almost wished he didn’t. Four people effectively cornered them, backing them up against the rooftop ledge, and more importantly, the deadly drop into the alleyway below. Sibling stood above him, jaw clenched and hands contorted into tight fists, eyeing the person who must have been named Whumper. The perpetrators all looked at them smugly, though one did raise an eyebrow at Whumpee when he caught their eye.

“Whumper?... Who’s Whumper? Who are these people?” Whumpee looked up questioningly to Sibling, before addressing the group directly. “ What do you want?”

Whumper’s eyes lit up with an amused twinkle as they eyed Whumpee up and down, an almost friendly smile gracing their lips. “Grab the kid.”

Two of the goons were upon Whumpee before he could even think to fight back, grabbing at his clothes and pushing down on his shoulders. Sibling yelled desperately at them to “STOP!” as the third one grabbed them by the arms and held them back. One of them kicked Whumpee hard in the back of the legs, and down he went, bare knees slamming into and scraping against the unforgiving rooftop. Whumpee cried out.

“WHUMPER!” Sibling screamed, struggling fruitlessly again the arms holding them in place. “Leave him alone, he’s got nothin’ to do with you!”

Whumper ignored Sibling, instead crouching down in front of Whumpee and tilting their head compassionately. “Sibling, you never told me you had a kid.” They reached out to fiddle with the drawstrings on Whumpee’s hoodie. “You didn’t tell him about me?”

“I keep work and personal life separate.” Sibling spat. “And he’s not my kid. Let him go!”

“Sibling, help!” Whumpee cried. He couldn’t take it. He trembled under the tight grips clamping down onto his shoulders. He tried to stand up, to fight back in some way, but the hands held him down, forcing his arms back to his sides whenever he tried to raise them. His breathing became increasingly fast and shallow. “Don’t let them hurt me!”

“Hey, don’t look at them,” Whumper said as they tied Whumpee's hoodie strings into a bow. “They don’t exist right now. Eyes on me.” They brought their hand up to Whumpee’s jaw to guide their gaze to them, but Whumpeejerked violently away from the touch before being forcibly righted again by the goons. Whumper sighed and pulled a switchblade out of their jacket. They opened the blade with a flourish and nestled right under Whumpee’s Adam’s apple, earning a squeak from Whumpee. The entire world went silent. Nothing existed except Whumper and the switchblade.

“What’s your name?” Whumper whispered, voice smooth as velvet.

“W-W-Whumpee. I’m Whumpee.” he stuttered, voice barely audible. He could feel the knife moving against his throat as he spoke, the uneven pressure biting into his skin, daring him to try something.

“That’s your sibling over there, then? You’re their brother?” Whumpee nodded quickly to both questions.

“And you don’t know who I am?”

Whumpee shook their head fervently. Whumper smiled at him, then tussled his hair like Sibling would. “Then I’ll give you a pass for talking to me like that. But only because you’re so cute, and I’m feeling generous today.” Whumper pulled at the end of one of Whumpees hoodie strings, untying the bow. “And only if you promise to never speak so disrespectfully to me again. You promise?”

Whumpee pursed his lips and nodded, eyes squeezed shut so tight that he wasn’t sure he’d ever see light again.

“Come again? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes, yes, okay!” Whumpee finally squeaked out.

The blade against his throat pressed in deeper, stinging, and Whumpee let out an accidental whine. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, uh yes… Sir! Yes, sir! Er ah, yes, ma’am? Uh, Captain?!” Whumpee despaired. He was gonna have his throat slit because they couldn’t figure out the right honorific.

Except Whumpee didn’t feel the sharp point of the knife cutting through his windpipe anymore. Instead, an amused laugh escape the throat of Whumper above him. “Damn, kid, I kinda like that. ‘Captain!’ I should use that.” Whumpee felt a pat on the head and, mercifully, the sharp pressure leaving his throat. “Good boy.”

And suddenly the entire world was back again. All the senses assaulted Whumpee, the bright light of the sun and the honking cars and bustle of the streets and the thin crimson streaks now painting his hands after he grasped at his neck and Sibling staring daggers at Whumper and the hands still clamping down on his shoulder and the tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. Whumpee couldn’t have been happier for it. He was alive!

“Now, Sibling,” Whumper started as they stood up. “Back to the business at hand–”

“I don’t have the damn money, Whumper. Let Whumpee go, your business is with me.”

Whumper narrowed their eyes at Sibling, then they shook their head with a tsk. “Didn’t you hear the conversation Whumpee and I just had, Sibling?”

A SNAP rang through the air and Whumper jabbed their thumb toward the edge of the building behind them.

Whumpee was suddenly hoisted up by their arms and being dragged toward the edge, and when he realized what was happening, he screamed. He kicked out and punched and did everything he could to squirm away and fight the two goons forcing him toward the eternal abyss. It didn’t help. They shoved Whumpee up onto the lip of the building as one fisted his sweatshirt and strong-armed him out past the ledge, far enough that Whumpee lost his balance and started to fall backward. The only thing between him and the twelve-story drop, the nauseatingly hard concrete below and Whumpee becoming a fine red mist upon it was the hand twisted into his sweatshirt, and he clawed onto that arm for dear life, barely managing to keep his feet planted on the lip of the building. He didn’t care about trying to look tough in front of Sibling or even the gang members anymore.

“SIBLING, SIBLING HELP, PLEASE, HELP SIBLING I DON’T WANNA DIE PLEASE DON’T LET THEM KILL ME SIBLING PLEASE HELP ME THIS CAN’T BE IT PLEASE!!” He screeched.

Though the adrenaline and tears and bodies blocking his view, Whumpee could vaguely see Sibling yelling at Whumper, arguing with them, gesturing downward and toward themself and Whumpee and Whumper and the goons. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, he was too busy screaming and begging for his life.

Then Sibling ran. Not to attack Whumper, or the goons, not to save Whumpee. No, they ran away. They were running away. Whumpee barely even had time to register it before Sibling was out of sight, jumping over the seams of buildings with the person who had been holding him quickly chasing after them, away from their own brother and the people who were about to kill him. Whumpee shocked into silence, still dangling by the arm of the single goon twelve stories above the unforgiving blacktop. The squeaked, “Sibling?...”

“Get him down.” came the almost irritated voice of Whumper.

The goons unceremoniously pulled Whumpee back over the edge and dumped him onto the sweet sweet ground. Whumpee could have kissed it if he weren’t so shell-shocked. He couldn’t breath, and still he was breathing so hard his lungs were about to burst. Tears smeared his vision, soaking into the concrete floor. He wanted Sibling. He wanted them so bad. Where was Sibling?

Whumper stared at the spot where Sibling had disappeared, then turned their sights to Whumpee. “Wow, your sibling really just took off without you, huh?”

“I-I– they–…” Whumpee gasped. He felt so small.

“I mean, we could’ve killed you so easily just then, and they just up and left. Cared so much about their own ass they gave up yours to save it, I guess.”

“No, they– they–... Sibling…” What? They’d come back for him? They’d save him? They hadn’t just left him to die? Abandoned him, betrayed him, left him to the whims of a person who had almost killed him twice since he met them five minutes ago?

The goon who had held Whumpee out now fidgeted above him. “Well, what now?”

“The plan hasn’t changed,” Whumper stated. “We wait for Goon to catch Sibling and then they pay up or I’ll make them regret ever being born.”

“Alright, what about this one?” The goon nudged Whumpee disdainfully with their foot. “He’s not part of the plan.”

“We could still throw him off the roof.” the other chimed in helpfully.

“NONONO!” Whumpee’s voice cracked, hoarse from all the screaming. “Please, please no– Jus-just let me go, I didn’t d-do anything, I can’t, I can’t–”

“I’m sorry.” Whumper interrupted forcefully, stepping up to Whumpee and looking down upon him as if he were a used piece of chewing gum sticking to their dress shoe. “But I just can’t seem to recall permitting you to speak. Let alone beg.” They pulled out the switchblade and started playing with it, folding it in and out, in and out. “Do you?”

Whumpee’s gaze fixated on the knife. He scooted backward until he was pressing himself up against the lip of the roof again, fully aware that there was nowhere to go but down. He pulled his knees up to his chest. “N-no, s-sir… Captain. I’m sorry.”

“Good.” Whumper flipped the knife around so they were holding it by the blade and swung it downward, bapping Whumpee on the forehead with the handle. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

The goons snickered. “Quick learner, this one.” Whumper ran their hands through Whumpee’s hair. “Good thing too, they’re gonna have to be now that their precious Sibling left them with us for awhile.”

Whumpee’s head shot up. He almost spoke again to question what Whumper meant, before the glint of the knife reminded him of the lesson from just moments before. So he just pulled his legs closer into himself and looked away. Whumper really seemed to be enjoying the show, smiling quaintly at the ball of Whumpee. “You got something to say, kid?”

Was he allowed to not speak? Probably not. “What… does that mean…”

“Right… you probably didn’t know,” Whumper scoffed. “Your sibling owes us a lot of money. Hush money, protection money, doesn’t really concern you, I’m sure. All you need to know is that Sibling is a piece of shit who refuses to pay us back. So the way I see it, you, my lovely boy,” Whumper gestured at him lazily with the switchblade. “Are collateral.”

Collateral? How could a person be collateral?

“What that means for you, basically,” Whumper continued as if reading Whumpee’s thoughts. They slid the flat of the blade under his chin and tilted his head up so they could look him in the eyes, so they could see the understanding in them and the blood drain from his face. “Until Sibling either pays up or we finally kill them…

“We own you.”

#whumptember2023 #whump #whump writing #whumper #kidnapping whump #kidnapping #whumpee #whumptember day 3 #day three: this cant be it #day three: betrayal #day three: left to die #sort of lol #day three: running away #this took me literally all day to write #i was so engrossed #im so proud of it too like i did a really good job with the one #minimal editing bc i have to cut myself off at some point tho #sorry if the pronouns get mixed up at some point lol

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